Roxie felt as though her bones were made of wet clay, heavy and pulling her down. The whole day had wrung her out, emotionally, mentally, and physically. By the time she got home with Josiah, she barely had the energy to breathe, let alone parent.
She still tried, though, because parenting never took a break. But of course, Josiah wasn’t going to make it easy on her.
It was already seven in the evening, and she could hear the chaos of life from outside the apartment and neighbors even through the walls. It all added to her exhaustion, to be honest, and what little patience she had left was being tested by her son.
Roxie stood in her tiny kitchen watching Josiah dismantle his sandwich like it was a broken toy. He peeled the bread apart, poked the cheese, then sighed like he was also exh
